Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.